Honda Fit

Honda Fit

I know a girl who gives me palpitations of a higher magnitude
Whenever she walks by, my earth quakes, I guess she sends signals through millibars
Her face is a universe, eyes like thrilling stars
And the feeling starts....
I call her Rover, she comes from an exotic Range
Curves like vines, poisonous hips
I bet roses smell bitter compared to her scrumptious lips
Girl is shaped like a Coca-Cola bottle
Turning a blind eye that she's empty when the sweetness is gone
She's the type of girl all the boys wanna smash
A Coca-Cola bottle on 7.8millibars, they have dropped her, luckily she never smashed
She has turned into a port where boys park their genitals
She lost herself, trying to please friends
Following trends
She plays the bitching part in the ends
Caring about designer clothes
Focusing on who's hot and got the best flows
She likes making noise, like an empty can
If she was a mother, I'm sure she'd be packing tins of empty Nan
They call her Honda, she just wanted to Fit

Her friends gave her short garments
Took her to the club, she's eyed by barmans
A 100 degree lass, so hot
Immaculately polished with the western color on her skin
I love her, even if they toss her out the bin
She's a Honda, she just wanna fit

They told her, she should wear it if it fits
So she, wears it even if it shows off her tits
It fits
So once the lads get her under the sheets
They ignore her like she's a 3am punch
She's a car man, she has an engine
She has feelings, why treat her like a nonetity
Lads wanna pave her road with semen
And pretend
Nothing ever happened
She wants to be loved
Take a look at her,
A very beautiful car
Getting tossed around
There's an accident, she's there
Somebody tell her she's not crazy
She must stop cause YOLO can leave her with a baby
And she can't raise it...
I love her, if I could, she'd be my baby

They call her hips speakers, I guess she's a car
A Range Rover that has turned into a Honda Fit
A hoe that sits
Waiting for a lad to buy her a drink and pay her bills
So she plays
24-34-36
A daily hoe, sending her daily pics
But she's a herbivore, out for the green
We can all blame it on her
But I blame it on youth
She wanted to be a Honda, tried to fit
And now, she's about to collide
Either she changes her course
Or she changes the cause
Because
We try so hard to impersonate what we see on TV
If Angelina Jolie does it, why not?
Honda Fits
Hoes that fit
On a society that grills them
And make them grizzly

Oh beautiful Rover, go back to your Range
You're still living, you can change
You see, the most interesting thing about cars
Is that, once they get wax, they look cool
Hiding the fact that they're write offs
Things may not be clear when lights are off
Turn em on, you'll be surprised...
So many boys and girls are trying to fit in
We've turned into puppets
Muppets
Imitation stuck in our genes
Trousers so tiiight, we stuck in our jeans...
There are many cars out there,
Some try to be a-mess-a diss
But there's one car I love the most,
I
Open your eyes
Don't let em lie
To you
It's a cold world
Don't be a Honda Fit
But still, a Honda Fit may be Fit enough to pick itself up
Hope you can pick the pieces

Luckily, your windscreen ain't broken
Thank God for that
And your engine has been wrecked but it still runs well
Run and never be weary

Bandile, 2016